Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1887-05-25
"ADoNIs" DIxEY AND PATTI.
Trouble Caused by the Actors Dog
Irishman and SonEbird.

Trouble Caused by the Actors Dog.
Irishman and Songbird.
Mr. Henry f. DiXey is the owner of q
St. Bernard dog that weighs perhaps 300
pounds, and after the fashion of the lamb
that was platonically attached to Mary,
this dog accompanies Mr.. Dixey wherever
Mr.. Dixey goes. Twice across the ocean
and all over this continent makes Prince
the most extensive traveller of the canine
kind. NJ. Dixey and his leviathan dog
were having romp through the four or five
rooms occupied by the Clan Dixey at the
Hotel Richelicu. First Mr.. DiXey would
shut the dog up in the folding bed and
hide himself in the wardrobe; then the
dog would break away from the folding
bed and begin hunt for Dixey, humor-
ouSly tipping over tables and chairs, as
humorously breaking the crockery, and
still more humorously accompanying his
labors with volcanic vocal eruptions eX-
pressive of fear, hope anticipation, joy,
etc. This play lasted for about an hour,
Mrs. Dixey sitting in the front room mean
while smiling contentedly and thinking to
herself how much better it was for Henry
to be passing quiet afternoon at home
than to be frittering away his time in the
company of frivolous men about town.
But Nine. Patti, whose apartments at the
Richelieu are located directly under the
Dixey rooms, must have thought different,
for while NJ MirD Dizzy and his dog We're in
the midst of their genial sport-or, we
might say, while the festivities were at
their height, there came knock at the
door and Nine. PATHS maid Hortense,
looking like one of the s'Two Orphans, !"
presented this message: mime. Patti
complemongs Mime. Dix-see, and will
Nine. Dix-see have re goodness to make
her little boy stop to play wiz re dogF
Mr.. Dixey was highly indignant; he did
not care so much for himself, but the in
suit to the dog was one that he could
scarcely brook. Next morning, as he lay
in his bed he became cognizant of an an
gelic voice soaring in song-a voice so
heavenly that it stayed not in the porches
of his ear but penetrated to the innermost
recesses Of Mr.. Dixey's very soul and
filed his whole being with an ecstacy of
ineffsbls delight.
'Ida, my dear, called Mr. Dixey to his
wife, who was sewing in an adjoining
room.
"What is it, Henry" she answered.
"You're in unusually good voice this
morning, my dear" said Mr.. Dixey. II
don't know when I've heard you sing so
pleasantly"
"Why Henry" exclaimed Mrs. Dixey,
GIVE not been singing; that was Nine.
Patti you heard-she is practicing Proch's
variations, and isn't it just too lovelyr'
But there was cold, meaningless gilt
ter I'm MIR. Dixey's eye as he straightway
arose from his bed, donned trousers, and
put on one Of his red Hibernian wigs. A
few moments later, when, in answer to a
brutal knock, Nine. Patti opened the door
Of her parlor, the Incompatible songbird' s
sloe like orbs beheld what seemed to be a
gaunt, raw Irishman standing in the por-
tai. "Misther Dixey's compliments to
yees, num-" said this hulking appari-
ton, 'tand wad yeez moind shopping the
tra-la-la-loo, mum, till Misther Dixey
have bit av slape?''-Chicago News.